CH465 Elven Space Mage?
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After the expedition party finished stripping the Dune Croc of what they needed, Alex gestured for the elves to step forward and claim their right to the remainder of the corpse.
Yerion hesitated for a brief moment, uncertainty flashing across his face.
Before he could speak, Naena subtly shook her head at him—wordless, but firm.
She stepped forward on her own.
That simple act drew confused looks and faint frowns from the expedition party.
Naena's footsteps made no sound at all.
Just as Zora had observed earlier, her body felt like a point where sound itself vanished.
She stopped before the massive corpse and closed her eyes, her expression calm as she roused her mana with precise, almost reverent concentration.
Then—
The fabric of space rippled.
A spatial gate opened, revealing another location beyond—one marked by unmistakable elven architecture.
